And in one baffled roar,
The thunder—is rumbling—
And crashing and crumbling.
(Whisper) Hush! Still as death
The tempest—holds his breath—
As from a sudden will.
The rain—stops—short—but from the eaves
You see it drop and hear it—on the leaves,
(Half-whisper) All—is—so—still.
Gone—gone—so soon!